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Chapter 21

by squishyfrog 0 reviews

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Fantasy,Romance,Sci-fi - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way - Warnings: [!] [X] [?] - Published: 2010-09-26 - Updated: 2010-09-27 - 798 words

Being a naughty little boy, I couldn't resist creeping up the stairs to the stage to look for some flaw in the hologram programing thingy. I knew better than to touch anything while the band was playing, but I did want to look at it.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you fucking stalking me?" I snapped.
"Hah! You're funny. But you know, boys don't like girls who curse,"
"And girls don't like eunuchs who claim they're boys," I shot back.
“You still have a question for me, kid?” he asked, again giving me a fake...yet somehow sincere...complex of tenacity.
“Don’t call me kid,” I snapped, waiting for him to walk off.
“Whatever,” he shrugged, turning around.
I watched as he walked away, feeling a little disappointed I had chosen my pride over the opportunity to...figure out what the hell was going on.
Though I knew I’d be risking a lot in doing so, I ran after him. He slowed as he heard me, then stopped and smirked. His smirk was starting to irritate me.
"What does being a eunuch have to do with the darker side of humanity?"
He burst into laughter. "I don't know, ask a Catholic."
"I would, but my mother's insane,"
He ran up the stairs and I followed him.
“Why did she put up boundaries?"
He turned to me and his expression was blank. At far as I could tell. And, even though I knew I could only be digging a deeper grave, I elaborated.
"I mean, not letting you come inside is one thing, but why create you just to put you in a cage?"
"We're apparently dangerous to each other too," he said, obviously angry about the question.
Despite his attitude, and the fact that Morgan would call this provoking and therefore a logical reason for him to attack me and get away with it, I asked him another one.
"I don't know, maybe we just don't have a fucking brain like you hermits do," he snapped. "Maybe the only thing that goes on in our minds is 'kill, kill, kill.' Why the fuck do you care?"
"Why the fuck do you answer?"
He continued up the stairs.
"Better yet," I said, following him. "Why do you waste your time bashing my very open sexuality, only to turn around and try to make out with me?"
"That was not making out, I already told you what that was," he said. "And trust me, I'd bash you if you were straight, too. You know, for someone who wants everyone to be so open-minded, you're a little closed-minded yourself."
"How so?"
"You only see equality as everyone being lovey-dovey to each other. Anyone who treats the world like shit is just an asshole, when in fact they're more about equality than you are."
"Do you have any idea what you just said? That's bullshit."
"You just told me you're mother's insane- that's obviously not the attitude you have about your boyfriend. Everyone has that one person they can't help but be a bitch to...treating anyone else differently-"
"That wasn't my point,"
"But it's on the same grounds as your point,"
"Yeah, well, you're the one who changed the subject,"
"You're the one who's nagging the shit out of me to talk, when you should hate me with every fiber of your being,"
"I do hate you with every fiber of my being," I assured him.
"Then why are you asking me questions you could easily ask Morgan,"
"Morgan mentally assaulted me the other day to train me for some shit I didn't want...I'm not talking to her,"
That made him quiet for a while, and he simply smirked at me.
"You're Connected," he finally said. "You're in for a hell of a ride, then. Those people from Lunadr...they are gonna fuck. You. Up."
"Yeah, I know," I said, hoping he didn't think he was scaring me more than Morgan had. "She said they were merciless."
"Well, not to Morgan," he said.
"What...what do they want, exactly?"
"They want her power...her mind,"
Holy fuck.
"If they manage to get what they want...God only knows what's gonna happen to your mind," he said.


"Frankie, babe, where ya been?" Gee asked, looking up from his art for only a second.
"Everywhere and I want a hug," I pouted.
"Aw...sweetheart, what's the problem?"
I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you."
"I didn't know that was a problem," he returned the embrace.
"It's not...I just love you,"
He chuckled and kissed my forehead.
"I love you, too,"
I pecked his lips and took his hand and started leading him into the bedroom.
"Let's make more, then,"
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